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EMILY
Emily knew the conceit
Of false poets
Those who write for others
And not themselves
So she closed her bedroom door
And opened up her window
She studied her world
Like none before or since
Not even the smallest detail
Escaped her mind's eye
The world in her realm
Collected on bits of paper
Was damn near perfect
And hers and hers alone
So in her satisfaction
She tucked it in a drawer
For no one there to see
emily dickinson right? i love her work. she is by far my favourite poet! i guess that sometimes i don't understand her work, but as you say she wrote for herself not to please or enlighten me! i love her...brevity.
JM